Ignoring the restless streets of the city, Ethan and Lia kept their heads down, weaving through the throngs of people who lingered near the gates. Whispers of the portal's collapse and the kingdom's mage buzzed in the air like static. They both did not engage in any of it and headed straight for the inn.
"Aye! You are still here? Good. Good." The voice came from a scruffy, middle-aged man leaning against a wagon near the inn. His weathered face broke into a relieved grin when he saw Ethan and Lia approach. "I was about to vacate the city myself, but thank the blessed heavens that portal business is done."
The man then noticed how the two of them were battle worn and his eyes softened. "Go upstairs and grab any room you want. Its on me. Thanks for protecting the city."
"That's kind of you," Ethan was surprised at the generosity. "But we didn't—"